I prefer not to assert any understanding of what constitutes a genius.
Often, people have labeled me one, but to me this term is meaningless.
I am what I am, and what I am changes, day by day.

I was led, as a child, into a make-believe realm of intelligence-above-all. This realm did me no favors. I was accused of having a gift not given to others, and why did I do so little with it? I was blamed for everything, because of my intelligence. I should, supposedly, have known better, because of it. I exited my youth with scant regard for this odorless, tasteless, colorless thing.

Far later, I discovered how to suspend it, and pull the plug on it. Everything changed!
My eyes could see clearly, and I became a child once more.
They saw a crow, by a pond, and observed what the crow was doing.
It was doing nothing. It was, instead, being.

People say crows are intelligent, but they are wrong. Crows have no use for this curse of humans.
They have something far more useful.
Humans don't know what it is.
Until, by chance, they become what they observe.

Genius lol what an ambiguous word? Oh no see you are an anomaly that breaks rank with senority. I suppose that is what the traditionalist xSJx types call us Intuitives. According to the poem though you trend towards regression.

The term 'regression' is prone to express negative traits. Bad stuff. Inferiority.
Therefore it is inaccurate.
What I speak of is colorful escape from the idiocy of humans and their judgments based on being deaf, dumb and blind.
This is not regression, it is liberation..

And what poem do you refer to? The OP? That was prose. My poems rhyme.

There once was a genius lad,
whose genius made him look bad.
To the others who thought, in a rut he was caught,
that he wasted his mind was so sad.

But that genius didn't care much,
for opinions of others, as such.
He befriended a rabbit, and while he was at it,
decided to live in its hutch.

Being the friend of a rabbit was good.
He'd found how to live as he should.
He bade humans good-bye, never turned back to cry,
and left them to their neighborhood.